feral tea

suppose day left you the raise gliding forever a dove, within, a third plight your time, spending outside of that table leaned against your cold your coldest spots you sold in your corner i declare suppose mourns built behind introverted instruction to difficult to overcome we shift in limits in my corner i dared mixtures inside sounds scripts letting fly now i walk myself more marching, more violations railroad maps and pain to thee i am west heading south, fleeing north missing the east?